Swiftcurrent Creek Fuck love, nobody could fix you

Plans for the future. Reverie tried to maintain some of her brightness, but she felt her mood darkening with each word of Akavir's. This was — exactly what she wanted! All of it! Lestan wanted her with him, and Akavir was offering to let them travel together, and she could have none of it. Because of Tybault, yes, but because of her too; because of what she was.
She was the girl in the reverie, and the thing about dreams is that they always fade.
Akavir reminded her of Atlas, she decided. There was a clarity to him, a steady focus like the deepest waters in The Gilded Sea where the light shone through endless blue depths and illuminated everything within. A rare sight; Reverie had only seen it once. She thought of that now as she answered. If Lestan wants that, I - well, I already travel a lot, Spoken in the tone of an explanation; Reverie would never say no to these suggestions. But doubt gripped her when she thought of Lestan and his wants. Do you - think he would want to? Surely Akavir had some basis for suggesting it, right? Maybe Lestan had said something to him. But if not... well, Reverie wasn't certain she wanted to be the one to ask him about this. What if he said no? She didn't think she could bear it.